Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of JuneIn a Kenworth pullin' logsCab-over Pete with a reefer onAnd a Jimmy haulin' hogsWe is headin' for bear on I-one-oh'Bout a mile outta Shaky TownI says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck."And I'm about to put the hammer down."

[Chorus]Cause we got a little old convoyRockin' through the night.Yeah, we got a little old convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight?Come on and join our convoyAin't nothin' gonna get in our way.We gonna roll this truckin' convoy'Cross the U-S-A.Convoy!

[On the CB]Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the Duck. And, you wanna back off them hogs? Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. Ten, roger. Them hogs is gettin' in-tense up here.

By the time we got into Tulsa Town, We had eighty-five trucks in all.But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf, And them bears was wall-to-wall.Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper; They even had a bear in the air! I says, "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck."We about to go a-huntin' bear."

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[On the CB]Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen? Negatory, Pig Pen; you're still too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten.

Well, we rolled up Interstate 44Like a rocket sled on rails.We tore up all of our swindle sheets, And left 'em settin' on the scales.By the time we hit that Chi-town, Them bears was a-gettin' smart:They'd brought up some reinforcementsFrom the Illinois National Guard.There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps, And rigs of ev'ry size.Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bearsAnd choppers filled the skies.Well, we shot the line and we went for brokeWith a thousand screamin' trucksAn' eleven long-haired Friends a' JesusIn a chartreuse micra-bus.

[On the CB]Ah, Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come over. Yeah, 10-4, Sodbuster? Lissen, you wanna put that Microbus in behind that suicide jockey? Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, and he needs all the help he can get.

Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shoreAnd prepared to cross the lineI could see the bridge was lined with bearsBut I didn't have a dog-goned dime.I says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck."We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll."So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eightI says "Let them truckers roll, 10-4."

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Convoy! Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, what's your twenty?Convoy! OMAHA? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, mercyConvoy! sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off yourConvoy! Tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side.Convoy! We gone. 'Bye, 'bye.